(FROM THE GERMAN OF M… O heart of mine! lift up thine eye… And see who in yon manger lies! Of perfect form, of face divine— It is the Christ-child, heart of…

The image of the moon at night All trembling in the ocean lies, But she, with calm and steadfast l… Moves proudly through the radiant… How like the tranquil moon thou ar…

In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to go; It’s their playing, romping, swing…

‘Sweetheart, take this,’ a soldier… 'And bid me brave good-by; It may befall we ne’er shall wed, But love can never die. Be steadfast in thy troth to me,

“Give me my bow,” said Robin Hood… “An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou tha… For there my grave shall be.” Then Little John did make no sign…

I ‘m going to write a letter to ou… Out West last spring to practise… I ’ll tell him all the gossip I g… For he has n’t seen the home-folks… Most generally it ‘s Marthy does…

The gods let slip that fiendish gr… Upon me last week Sunday— No fiercer storm than racked my fo… E’er swept the Bay of Fundy; But now, good-by

Some men affect a liking For the prim in face and mind, And some prefer the striking And the loud in womankind; Wee Madge is wooed of many,

If thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden sun! The rose shall sing thee lullabies… My pretty cosset lambkin! And thou shalt swing in an almond-…

The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet… To my dear little boy at play - Merrily singeth all day long, As it spinneth and spinneth away. And my dear little boy

Come, brothers, share the fellowsh… We celebrate to-night; There’s grace of song on every lip And every heart is light! But first, before our mentor chime…

So, so, rock-a-by so! Off to the garden where dreamikins… And here is a kiss on your winkybl… And here is a kiss on your dimpled… And here is a kiss for the treasur…

The year has been a tedious one— A weary round of toil and sorrow, And, since it now at last is gone, We say farewell and hail the morro… Yet o’er the wreck which time has…

Young Lochinvar came in from the… With fringe on his trousers and fu… The width of his hat-brim could no… His No. brogans were chuck full of feet,

How calm, how beauteous and how co… How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent poo… That in this quiet forest lies. The sunshine ripples on its face,